Chapter 8
The next day, Wednesday, Clara drove into town, angling her SUV into a spot along Main Street. The clinic was closed except for emergencies and she saw it as a perfect opportunity to check a few things off her holiday list. The morning sun had been vanquished by a fresh blanket of clouds, the temperature hovering in the teens. She pulled the collar of her jacket up against the bitter wind and made a beeline for the small post office.
It pleased her to see a line of patrons, since social media had taken its toll on good, old-fashioned mail, which she loved and was why she held a neat stack of cheery red envelopes. Miss Maggie kept plenty of stamps in her desk so Clara was able to deposit the cards through a slot. She waved to a few familiar faces before stepping back out.
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